Mid July in the Midwest...Summer has given all it can.
Usually from mid July we see the decline of growth and greenery of Summer's beauties. From this point forward the dog days of August and dry spells of September will begin to turn the green countryside to the browns of a scorched landscape gasping for rain.
But at it's peak...vegetation is everywhere overwhelming the water supply to the ground. The last breath taken before the decline.
Knowing this...I try to take in all the beauty of the county landscapes as I drive through the rolling hills of Southern Indiana. After all...believe it or not...the change of late September is not that far off.
1038 - Bright Lights - Haiku Horizons prompt: bright *Bright Lights.* Starry, starry night. Winter’s sky is shining down; A most wondrous thing. ◊ The beauty is there, Shini...
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